[Dictated]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[There's the distinct sound of someone clearing their throat, then a deep breath is taken.]

Attention Paradisa residents. I'd like to bring your attention to a possible transaction. A trade of talent for cold, hard, cash. I have in my possession for the next three weeks, the services of one used to be car, but now totally human dude. He'd make a great butler-for-a-day, as well as being able to get any kinks in your neck out. We'll keep the, uh, services clean, people, so don't make me kick you in the junk.

He whines and moans a lot, but I'm totally cool with you muzzling him for the duration of your purchase.

Starting bid is twenty dollars per hour with a minimum of two hours. Any takers?

Comments

[fredless]

Didn't we talk about you borrowing some money?

[A pause]

And who used to be a car?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Well, yeah... but look? Entrepreneur!

Kitt. He used to be this sweet Trans Am with an AI program that I bumped into back home. Only, uh... he's kinda human here.

[fredless]

Does it...he know about all this?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

He will soon enough, I guess. [Beams at book]

[kungfuwitch]

And you don't see anything wrong with the fact that you're selling another person?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

I'm not selling him. I'm renting him. Besides, I wouldn't even be able to if he hadn't lost the bet. It's his own fault for gambling.

[kungfuwitch]

Wait, he lost a bet? [Okay she's trying not to laugh, now] He really bet servitude?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Not once, but twice. He lost two weeks the first time, then tried to win it back the second time. Boy needs to learn.

[demontobeloved]

I'm pretty sure the slave trade is still illegal in this place.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Oh, pff. I'm not slave-trading. I'm... temp-slave-bartering.

I can't keep coming up with things for him to do, and I have him for a whole three weeks. Boy has to learn not to gamble.

[So much richness coming from her]

[demontobeloved]

I may have to offer my services to your friend. I'm certain there'll be a loophole in your agreement.

[He's joking, Kenzi, but he has that ~Lawyer tone~ going on]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Nope. He's pretty naive, Cole. Offered himself up as my slave for two weeks, then tried to win it back at poker. And failed. His ass is mine.

[There's a less-than-vaguely triumphant tone in that remark, and she's whistling happily to herself.]

[mal_addict]

Wow. Moving up in the world already, are we? Having a little slave trade and everything.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

It's not slave trade. It's bartering. His services for moolah. Though I'm open to other offers, if they're decent.

[mal_addict]

You know,there are places in town and in the castle offering actual jobes here.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Nine to fives are for chumps.

[demonologist]

Tell me you're not serious about this, Kenzi.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

What? It's a legit service. Why keep him all to myself when I can not only lend him out and get money for it, but teach him a valuable lesson about gambling.

[demonologist]

Which is...don't gamble with you in particular?

[His tone is so very dry.]

He's a person, you know, regardless of what he used to be.

[imalwaysright]

That doesn't sound legal.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Legal schmegal. I'm not selling him off as a sex slave. I'm bartering his services for money. Services that he's already agreed to do with me, so why not spread the wealth and get paid for it, huh?

[imalwaysright]

Shouldn't that money be going to him?

[knight_2000]

[A furiously angry voice coming across the journals]

Are you trying to sell me, Kenzi?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

No. Jeez, Kitt.




... I'm renting you.

[knight_2000]

NO.

You are NOT.

End of discussion.